Damian

(3rd Person – Present)

Jacksons penthouse is huge! It’s two stories, which doesn’t actually surprise anyone. As soon as they exit the elevator that leads to his floor, they are welcomed by a foyer that holds beautiful artwork on the walls and plants everywhere. The foyer opens up in a huge open space used as the living room with a u-shaped could setting in the middle that could hold about twenty people, if not more, on it.

The couch is facing an entertainment center that has a 70’ flat screen tv on top of it. There’s a floor-to-ceiling glass wall behind the entertainment center with a single door in it that would be easily missed unless one is paying attention. The door leads to a balcony that is overlooking the city.

Behind the couch is a beautiful and huge kitchen that is holding all sorts of clean, shiny, and new looking appliances. There’s an island separating the kitchen and the living room that is made of wood with a bluish tinted granite top. Everything is shiny and clean and organized. This place doesn’t looked lived in at all.

“There’s four bedrooms upstairs, and a bathroom up there as well. There’s two bedrooms down here plus an office, each of the rooms down here are masters and have their own private bathroom included. The fridge should be stocked, I let my assistant know I would be coming home soon, and they were supposed to make sure everything is ready, and normally they don’t disappoint. At least, not if they like their job anyways.” Jackson tells everyone.

Jackson shows everyone else around his penthouse while Amillia goes straight to the kitchen and starts looking at everything that’s in there. She needs ingredients to make the potion for Natalia. She had given Jackson a list and he told her that he would make sure it’s all stocked with the rest of the food in the place, so she’s hoping that he’s correct. After all, not all the ingredients are what a mortal would call “normal”.

Amillia figures since she is already in the kitchen making “tea” that she may as well go ahead and start supper as well. It’s been a while since she’s cooked for a whole group of people, but she misses cooking, it’s something that she has always loved to do. Besides, maybe the hunters won’t go asking too many questions about what she’s doing in front of Khalil if she’s also cooking supper while fixing the potion.

After everyone has settled in the living room and accepted Amillia cooking dinner for everyone, Jackson joins her in the kitchen.

“Why do you seem so nervous?” He asks quietly.

She didn’t respond she just glanced toward Khalil who had tensed slightly, not enough for anyone to notice actually, if Amillia hadn’t been paying attention she’d have missed it herself. He could still hear them talking.

So, instead of answering she shakes her head and points in his direction. That Khalil missed due to watching tv with the other and having his back to the kitchen.

Amillia takes out a piece of paper and a pen and starts to write, but she says out loud, “I’m not nervous it’s just been a while since I’ve cooked for a whole bunch of people, it’s a little weird, but I’m excited. I absolutely love to cook, and Natalia’s here to get to try some too!”

She passed the note to Jackson, who doesn’t respond to what she spoke, but looks down at the letter reading it.

“I may have to use dark magic here for this spell, it’s the only way you guests in the building won’t sense my magic, but if I do then there’s a chance I’m going to turn evil again, and I promise that’s not something any of us want. I honestly need Damian, he’s my counterpart, without him I’m not sure what’s going to happen.”

Jackson chuckles slightly and then says out loud, “That can be resolved love, see, dark curses take no effect here, so if Damian was to appear then the curse between you two wouldn’t be in effect, not as long as you both reside inside the building.”

“WHAT!?” Amillia screams and cuts her finger on the knife she had been using to cut an onion with. After cleaning the cut and wrapping it with a dishtowel she turns back around to Jackson, and by this point everyone in the living room is standing looking at them.

Daniel goes to make a move forward, but one look at Amillia’s eyes tells everyone to stay still. Khalil pushes Natalia behind him, a move that Amillia notices, and she lets out a small laugh with a slight smile.

The lights in the kitchen start flickering, and Amillia looks back at Jackson, eye to eye. He’s never seen anything like her eyes before, they’ve changed. Her eyes are no longer their beautiful, full of life, sparkling color, no, instead they are now gold surrounded by black. She looks like a messed-up demon.

“Do you know where he is?” She asks, her lips barely moving and her voice speaking softly, but it is enough that everyone can hear her with nothing but the tv as noise in the background. It actually seems as if the softness of her voice is louder than the tv that’s playing.

“Yes, I can get a hold of him.” Jackson answers.

The room itself starts to shake and Amillia grabs a hold of the kitchen island with both her hands. Her grip is so tight that her knuckles are white, and it seems as if she’s about to break the marble countertop.

“If what you say is true, and you can reach him, then why the fuck are you still standing in front me right now and him not be here?” She asks through gritted teeth. Yup, she’s mad.

“What the fuck is going on and who the hell are you talking about?” Jayven asks not even caring that Amillia is close to losing her shit at this point.

Amillia looked Jayven directly in his eyes and then she tilted her head a bit to side, her eyes turning completely white. The lights started to come back on and staying on and the floor stopped the slight trimmer that had started.

“I’m sorry,” Amillia apologizes. “I lost control for a moment,” then she turns to Jackson. “Please, if you can bring him here, and it be safe for everyone, then please do it Jackson, this is as close to begging as I’ll ever get.”

Jackson didn’t say another word, he just vanished into a cloud of dark grey smoke.

“Well, guess he can do the vanishing shit too,” Jayven says a bit sarcastically trying to lighten the mood.

“So… What just happened?” Daniel asks.

Before Amillia can answer him Natalia faints. It came out of nowhere, no one had been expecting and she fell backwards onto the glass coffee table. Luckily though, she didn’t hit it hard enough to break it, but the corner caught the back of her head giving a good cut.

“Fuck,” Khalil says turning around and picking Natalia up and laying her on the couch.

Well, this is going to seriously put a pause on the plan for a bit, Amillia thinks to herself.

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Damian

It’s been seven mortal years. Seven fucking mortal years. I swear it seems almost like an eternity, and I would know I’ve been around for quit a few centuries now. Out of all the time I’ve been alive, this seven years has been the fucking longest.

To say I’m not used to this new life that I’ve been living is to say the least. I’ve never been one to just set around and not take action. I love action, thrive on it. Blood, carnage, those are my types of themes. I’m the fucking prince of the darkness, heir to the Lord of Darkness himself, and yet here I am, setting back, just waiting, like I don’t know what’s going on and I don’t have anything fucking better to do with my time.

I’ve always been the ruthless asshole. The one to make my father proud. It didn’t matter how many minions and demons he created or tortured into being, I had been number one, his pride and joy. The sick bastard didn’t like anyone or anything yet for some reason he sort of kind of showed a bit of caring towards me. I never let it go to my head though, after all, he’s the Lord of Darkness, he has no heart and no soul.

I used to never think that I did either. The torturing, maiming, killing, the bloodlust, the love of it all, I’d have never thought any of that would change. That’s just how I was who I would always be.

Sometimes I do miss it, although I’d never admit that. Not because I give a shit what anyone would think if I did, but because I wouldn’t want to worry those who are closest to me. Yeah, me, having people close isn’t that something for the joke books?

Surprisingly, unlike my father, I have a heart that beats and a soul, and apparently some higher power decided that I’m worth saving. Go figure, hell after everything that I’ve done I don’t buy it, I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop because all of this has been too good to be true.

It’s creepy how it all happened. From the first moment I saw her I knew that she was mine! She had been eight years old at the time and I had been sent to kill her and her family.

There was no way I could kill her, or her sisters, after I seen her. Someone so pure and whole. She didn’t have an ounce of the darkness that thrives through my veins in her soul while the others did, but still, it’s because of her that they’re all still living. She’d give anything just to make sure her family stayed safe, and everything she’s just about given.

Sometimes I think she’s being a little foolish. I just want her to be selfish, much like I am, and yeah, I’m not afraid to fucking admit it either. I’m a selfish bastard, I want her and her only, but that’s not how it works.

Vrag didn’t know he had been setting himself up for failure when he put his best warriors on the mission, of course I was the lead. Last minute I informed them that plans had changed. Kill the parents, spare the girls, separate them. I even did a memory charm on them so no one would remember who they are. Whether it had been for their protection or my own selfish fucking reasons who fucking knows, but that’s the choice I made.

When I first actually met her, I figured she’d hate me, but she didn’t. Not even when she found out what I did. Fucking pure soul. She doesn’t have it in her to hate others, well she didn’t used too anyways. Sometimes I wonder what the hell the fates were thinking when they decided that she and I should meet. I’m almost certain what happened wasn’t what they had expected.

Those fates are fucking bitches though. Why the fuck they would put us together and make us go through hell and back, literally, just to make sure that we stayed apart is beyond me. TO be honest it pisses me off, not just for myself, but for how much it hurts her. She had to give up everything just to hope to get it all back one day. She didn’t deserve that, I should have been the one to suffer the greatest loss, but nope, that’s not what the fates wanted.

One of these days I’m going to ask those bitches what they’re purpose is. It’s not like they control much anymore with free will and all. While they do still have some power of the supernatural world, they’re pretty much useless. Other than fucking with people’s lives, really, what’s their fucking purpose?

I’m not complaining too much, I’ve had a break. For the first time in my centuries of living I’ve not had to maim or kill anyone. It’s awkward a bit, as I’ve said I miss it somewhat I’ll just never fucking admit it. And while I may not have her here by my side as I’m supposed too, I do have her son, and our daughter. Protecting them and keeping them safe while she completes this bullshit destiny of hers has been my number one goal here lately. Especially after what that bastard Cole did. He’s going to die in the worst ways possible. When I get a hold of him that will be the one time I return to my old self and forget any humanity that I currently have. The bastard is going to fucking suffer.

Now I’m just waiting. I didn’t send her into the world alone to face this shit by herself. Nope, instead I hunted down my brother, my twin and I had him go to where she is undercover. She’s going to fucking kill me once she realizes what I did too. Hopefully she doesn’t kill him as well, he had been hesitant, but I have my ways of being persuasive.

All I can say is I must not have fucked up too badly because the fates haven’t come back to punish my ass yet. Yet, being the key word. Those bitches could and would pop up at any time just to snake the happiness away from us. Have I mentioned the fates are bitches?

(3rd Person – Present)

Damian is setting on the upper balcony of his two five story Victorian style mansion watching all the kids play in the yard below. It’s a nice day out, clear sky with the sun high, and it’s warm weather. Better than the freezing winter that they had to just endure not too many weeks ago. Spring can be a beautiful time of the year.

“Are you ever going to quit that nasty ass habit of yours?” The young man asked walking out onto the balcony joining Damian.

Damian reaches his hand out to the side table setting between him and the young man where they are both currently sitting and puts a cigarette out in the ashtray.

“Likely never,” Damian scoffs, “and why the hell are you cursing, your mother would have my ass if she heard that shit.” He couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face because he knows exactly. Matthew may not be his by blood, but he is his period.

Matthew rolls his eyes at Damian, “Jackson’s here, he’s downstairs waiting for you,” he states to Damian.

Without another word Damian stands and walks back into the house through the double doors that are wide open leading into one of the studies that is in the house. This house is special, it was built just for Damian and Amillia. It is meant to be their home once everything is said and done and she has fulfilled her destiny and can retire. Right now, it’s being used as a safe haven for everyone else because they had blindly followed the wrong side for far too long and have no other choice but to stay in a place that is controlled by Damian alone for now.

Damian walked downstairs and entered into the open living room where Jackson stands waiting.

“What’s going on?” Damian asks. He didn’t expect to see Jackson even though he hasn’t seen him since the day he sent him to help Amillia seven years ago.

Jackson shakes his head and sighs, “That woman of yours is something else. I could have done with more of a warning. She almost lost her cool on me,” he tells him.

Damian laughs, Jackson doesn’t even know the half of it.

“Anyway, we have a group at my penthouse in Tavelon City, and I kinda let it slip about curses not affecting anyone in the building as long as they are inside, and she kinda flipped and demanded I bring you there if there’s a slight chance that she can be around you.”

Damian dead stops for a moment just looking at Jackson. He’s a fucking idiot, is all that Damian can think. Yeah, sure maybe all other curses don’t affect people in whatever building he has these people in, but their cursed by the fates, what the fuck was he thinking?

“Let me guess, she lost her shit because you fucking told her that she has a chance of being around me?” Damian asks, but he already knows the answer.

Just then Matthew walks down the steps. He’s looking between Jackson and Damian, he can tell that Jackson is nervous being in this place, after all, it’s not exactly a place that just anyone can enter into. That’s not what ticks Matthew off though.

“Why would you tell her that?” He asks Jackson, anger in his voice. “Do you not realize that my mom and Damian and cursed by the fucking fates dumbass, you just set them up for failure.”

This is true. If Damian goes back with Jackson they have a fifty-fifty chance of everything going to hell. Either the curse won’t be in affect as long as they stay inside of the penthouse and the building, or they both turn into the prince and princess of darkness and everything that they have sacrificed over the last seven years have been for nothing. But, if Jackson goes back without Damian at this point it could all be for a loss anyway, especially if Amillia gets pissed enough to tap into her dark powers.

“Well, aint this just some shit,” Damian says.